RETRO.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

-spring in singapore-

its a vortex of leaves
swirling in the same direction
picture perfect till
they all lay on the same resting grounds;
so similar, so similar
trees swaying upon oncoming winds
to the song ive heard a thousand times
then it all ceases together
like a perfect orchestra;
so similar, so similar
the crimson red flowers across
are blooming once more
yet they stick out like a sore thumb
they are after all;
so similar, so similar
I yearn to find an autumn leaf in the midst of spring
the crackle of brances with every step
a single flower in the midst of none
a different spring in singapore
one that is mine to own

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